So um... Ya... A week, kinda turned into... Well. Gosh... Like... Um... Possibly almost a year... 9 months... But hey, who's counting? So um, as a huge apology, I have a Doctor Who one shot up if anyone likes that, along with this chapter! So let's all go eat cake with Hani and enjoy!
LANGUAGE!
Haruhi's POV:
I was pissed. Totally. I was ready to send them packing, shoveling their own graves, and making them wait on me. They invaded my house, without my permission. I could tell Kyoya thought it as funny, since he was stifling a laugh. I elbowed him, quite hard, I the ribs. He straightened up, and the host club had finally noticed our arrival.
They looked at me, then Kyoya. I knew I looked angry. I could feel the heat leaving my skin, evaporating into the cool evening air.
"Haruhi..." Hikaru said, glancing at me. I walked right passed him, and into the living room. I pulled out my ingredients, water, yeast, pork, and quite a few other things, and just started to make my steamed pork buns.
I could tell my dad and Tamaki were done fighting, as the room next to the kitchen was dead silent. I took a deep breath, and soon felt a hand on mine.
"Need any help?" My boyfriend asked, rolling up his sleeves. I was surprised, as I never thought I would hear those words ever escape his mouth.
"Can you get a bowl from in that cabinet over there?" I asked, pulling out the steamer and setting it aside. The dough would take about an hour and a half to raise anyway. He helped me finish, and I covered the dough, letting it sit out.
I took a deep breath, and walked out into the living room. All of the hosts, besides Kyoya, was sitting on my floor, waiting for me to erupt. "Dad?" Was all I said.
"Work." Karou replied, not meeting my eyes. I nodded, then turned to Hani and Mori.
"Go into the kitchen." I told the two. Mori nodded, and got up. He carried Hani-sempai into the kitchen, where I heard Hani say the word, "Cake." "Don't touch it!" I yelled, and heard my friend's attitude deflate. Literally.
I looked at the three remaining Hosts. "No way in Hell." I said, repeating myself from in the classroom earlier, "No way in Hell was I letting you come over. Yet, I gave in. And what do I come home to? Not only did you invade my home, my privacy, but you mess up my hard work of cleaning, four hours of hard work, yesterda..TAMAKI STOP GROWING MUSHROOMS IN MY HOUSE! I want to know who broke in. I want to know who was the smart ass who decided they were going to start a fight, and I want to know who thought I would be okay with this!" I yelled. The twins were all but buried into the floor, with Tamaki having arrows in him at all angles.
Hikaru and Kaoru just sat there, and then glanced up at me. I could feel Kyoya's gaze of the Shadow King repelling off of him, and it scared the two to the U.S and back.
"It was Tamaki!" Hikaru squeaked, jumping behind Kaoru. I stifled a laugh. My timer went off in the kitchen, and I turned on my heel, asking Kyoya to watch the three. Walking into the kitchen, Hani and Usa-chan were sitting at the table. Mori was cutting the dough, and he smiled at me.
"Apology?" He said in one word.
"Accepted." I replied, and smiled at him. I started to fill the buns with the mix, and put them into the steamer. I heard sudden shouts from the other room, looked at Mori, and ran.
In my living room, the three idiots were basically tied to the table, with the Otori guard around them.
"Kyoya! What's going on?" I yelled, and saw him glaring at Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru.
"They're annoying. That's what. They should know better than breaking into someone's house."
He said, looking at me. I glanced at the three, a little scared.
"It's ok. I forgive them." I replied, hoping that he wouldn't kill them.
Kyoya let them go, and sent the guards home. I led him into the kitchen, and set the table. We all sat down, and ate. Half way through the meal, however, Kyoya spoke up.
"I do expect you three to clean the house before you go home." He said, a glare going across his glasses. I laughed silently.
Yep. Just a normal day.
-The Lost Writer's Soul